Thursday 29 January 2015

You're Beautiful

What kinda life are you over there settling for?
Draggin yourself along that extra mile while he keeps fallin' short
Don't you even believe that you oughta be treasured?
Against what is it that your worth is being measured?

Look at you, so beautiful yet you've turned blind to that very fact
That mirror that you're lookin' into is riddled with lies cracks
You've got so much more to offer than you even realize
It's all waitin' beyond the reflection you see in his broken eyes

Don't give up on your self, you've done all that you can do
For someone who won't show a lick of appreciation for you
Begin feedin' your own spirit with some-a-that honour from now on
'Stead of plantin' it in places from which you should be long gone

Maybe you thought your constant sacrifices would mean somethin' to him
Sometimes they do, or they don't, depends for whom you're making them
Release it all, everything you've been desperately clutchin' since
Take those arms of yours and wrap'm around your chokin' confidence

It's okay to be without a him, lonely is better than being stripped
And when your dignity grows back, you'll find that we all at one time, tripped
So now rise to a kneel, then crawl and stroll before you run
'Cause you will, you're beautiful, don't give you up for none


By (C) 2015 Stacey Kell
2015.01.29
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Wednesday 28 January 2015

Reporting Live.....

I thought I'd wait for them to give me that special blue tablet that makes me sleep for a day and a half, before I came up on here. More to wake up tomorrow to see what kinda blog sleeping med's caused me to post, heh-heh-heh! An experiment of sorts. My future self was real excited at the thought of what my present self would be thinking in that delirious state but my sensible self remembered that I'm here to ramble responsibly and said, "No! What d'you think this is? Blog of a high-ass patient?" My future self was like, "What kinda boring......!"

But I stopped. I gotta listen to my self, you know. The less mistakes you have to fix in life, the better. Plus it's raining.

O_o?!?!

What?!?

That piece of information is very relevant to some people, you know. Like farmers or-or-or people waiting to wear a new raincoat.

Yeah, yeah, I'm in the hospital once again. Soon, it will be "Live from the red ovaries." Hahahahahaha! -_-! I'm not laughing. I am. No, I'm not. At least, not because it's funny. Just....I handle these things better when I can find humour in them.

The camera crew goes in on Friday. I'm having those procedures that end with -----scopy. Two of them. But it's all good though, I have my eyesight, my ability to speak and walk! I have my health! I mean, I'll have my health on Saturday. But I'm chilled 'cause I'm gonna be better for it. I mean it. I'm not afraid. Matter-o-fact, I'm so chilled about the procedures that I'm hypotensive.

I have to say, through the years, (I won't lie, I hit a few snags along the way---that sorta happens when you have help to stress!) it's been good to watch the improvement I've made in handling things like this. A good support system helps a lot. Near and far. I guess that knowing without a doubt that you are cared for and loved, is what helps the most. To add to that, my boss has been really understanding. It's made a real difference to my stress about being back here.

Sometimes, I watch those sitcoms like Big Bang Theory and say to myself, or whomever the poor sucker is sitting next to me that's heard it before, "I wish I'd experienced living with roommates and having fun like that!" Now, on some level, I have my wish. We have the loudest, most cheerful room in the house---pital! Loving that! I'm rooming with the coolest buncha women. Fo rizzle my readizzles!

Two of them leave tomorrow, :-(! I'm thinking we should all put the goodies we have left, together and have a farewell. The hospital provides the food and drinks anyway! It'll be perfect. Our cellphones are all charging, that takes care of the music! What d'yall think of that idea?


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Sunday 18 January 2015

Mourning the Loss of an Ideal

Good evening, from sunny South Africa! Don't let the sweet sound of that greeting fool ya! We're roasting like peri-peri chickens over here.

Right now, I'm covering school books and ofcourse that automatically requires therapy....hahaahhahha, kidding, not me, I love it.

But I came across something on GoodTherapy.org just now that might be useful to you personally or you as a support system / parent / partner / friend. The just of it was this.......naturally, we all assume that mourning only takes place or needs to take place when there's been a loss of a loved one.

However?

'Cause there was a question posed about "is it harder to mourn an actual loss or a loss of an ideal" right, and because it was something that I was thinking about as well, which is how I came across it, it kinda helped me realize that, "Hey? You're actually quite normal, dear Rambler!"

The therapist found the question intriguing...while I found my eyes racing over word after word, excited to find some advice that I could actually use for myself and for whomever else I might run into one day.

We have a huge piece of a young generation being diagnosed with depression, the rich and famous who have it all committing suicide for the same reason, etc and I've said it myself and I've heard it being said too, "He has everything, what is there to be depressed about?" Or, "She has a chilled life, having fun with her friends, not much responsibility...."

Well? Do we ever consider that there are dreams and visions and aspirations that we carry from childhood into our adult lives that we never ever get to live out? Whether it be that career, that business idea, that relationship, that marriage, whatever! That moment of realization of, "Wow? That's really never gonna happen for me?" It's quite shattering. Young and old, I would assume that it affects us, similarly and my favourite run-back-to line about "everything happens for a reason" doesn't suddenly lift the disappointment one feels within that realization.

If this is you, I still say that there's a reason for everything and it doesn't hurt to keep that at the back of your mind but moreso it doesn't hurt either to allow yourself to grieve that loss, it's how you begin to come to terms with it and how you then eventually get over it and keep your feet moving on a road that will no doubt lead you to the reason that whatever that ideal was, was not meant for you, to begin with.

We have this bad habit of believing that everything that we really want, we should get. There's no harm in belief. But there is harm in that particular belief. I say that because if all of our focus and even hope is set solely on that ideal, never seeing it come to light equates to a huge loss. Is this why we hear people talk about a Plan B? Hmmmmmmmmm? Maybe.

With all of that said, I don't see this changing and honestly, I don't want it to. I will never advise anybody to stop hoping and believing in their dreams. Whether or not they are ever realized. We can't reach a place where we sit back and do nothing "just in case it's not meant for us." We might as well not even exist.

This blog entry is merely to tell you that if you or your loved one is confused about why there are suddenly feelings as bad as there are when just the other day you/them were feeling right as rain? If there is little understanding about how those bad feelings came about and where they stem from, then this is something for you to consider.

Loss is not limited to the tangible.

Here is the link to the blog on GoodTherapy.org
http://www.goodtherapy.org/blog/mourning-loss-ideal/
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